My Marriage Died with My MotherChapter 1
My husband wanted his childhood sweetheart to taste the delicious lingonberry flavors, so he sent my mother to gather some of it. She braved the rain to climb the mountain and pick them, but encountered a landslide. When I arrived at the hospital, all I saw was my mother's lifeless body, clutching a branch of the berry tightly in her hand. Tears streamed down my face as I struggled to reach my husband by phone. When I found that he was updating his social media with intimate photos of himself and that woman, I lose my mind. They would pay for this.
“Our condolences. We apologize for not reaching her on time,” said one of the rescue team members, sincerity evident in their words. “The rain was pouring heavily and the terrain was quite challenging. The area she went to is prone to landslides, but that's not an excuse. This is our fault.”
My eyes widened involuntarily, and I knew it made me appear as if I were holding back anger. But I was too shocked to look away or blink. Every movement system in my body felt like they were having a major shutdown.